The Juggler's Mess

Location: Between mainland and the Shark Fin
Climate: Motha-Fuckin’ Hurricane
Ecology: Nothing living above the water.
Resources: Water. Lots and lots of Water. Shipwrecks.
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The Jugglers Mess is a massive, perpetual storm that has raged longer than any civilization can remember (it formed after plopians sprang out of their crater, but long before they explored anywhere near it). It consists of three separate hurricane cells that are constantly swirling around each other, much like a street performers ball in cups trick. These cells’ movement are fairly predictable, making it possible to shoot between them by an extremely skilled captain and crew. However, even in these situations the water is as rough as in a storm anywhere else and many experienced boats have fallen on such efforts. Added to those dangers, the cells’ movements aren’t perfectly predictable and will sometimes deviate from their normal course without warning. Very few attempt such a risky pass. It is impossible to sail into one of the cells, not even one of the mighty ships of Briarbridge (should they ever for some reason be in this area of Bentree) could achieve this feat.

Challenge accepted

The Juggler's Mess

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